Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

She gasped as I effortlessly put her on my desk, shoving off anything that could stop her from sitting. Hastily, I bunched her dress around her waist and swiped my fingers swiftly on her panties. She moaned, leaning backward on the table. Smiling, I pulled off her panties and brought them close to my face. As I sniffed her panties, they smelled so good. "Who's being a bad boy now?" Lillian asked, giggling. She suddenly reached for her panties, grabbing them from me, tossing them on the desk. She held my face tightly and slammed her lips on mine.

It is missing something. I bare down once more as the pain hits. Everything in me is telling me to push and yet I cant. Then it hits me. This is so much of my scent. I need to add more to the scent. But what scent. What scent would make it right. Then the scent hits my nose. the scent is fiery and perfect. It makes my mouth water. Yes I need that scent. I rise from my piles and sniff in his direction. "Mate" I call him. There is so much pressure between my legs. I need to relieve it. I need to let it go. It has to go. And yet he stands here frozen. Does he not know that I need him. That I need his scent.

His grip tightened around them, and he brought them to his nostrils, sniffing gently while I stood naked and vulnerable before him. I watched his eyes close slightly as he inhaled a sigh, throwing his head backward like he was trying to savor my scent. My pussy clenched, and a slimy feel broke past my cunt. I was dripping again. God. This wasn’t the first time he was sniffing me in, however, each time always left me trembling. Zaydeen threw the panties into his pocket, bringing his eyes back to meet mine. My legs wobbled the moment his dark gaze dropped on me.

His actions were becoming increasingly bizarre. “Can you not sniff her like that?” I snapped, my voice sharp with unease. “You’re seriously creeping me out.” He didn’t even flinch. With a distracted expression, he leaned in closer, breathing in deeply near the crown of her head. His eyes half-closed as if savoring the aroma. “I need to know what soap her mom uses. That scent—it's kind of intoxicating. Makes me weirdly hungry,” he murmured, his voice almost dreamy as he hovered again, nostrils flaring. “Then again, maybe it's the shampoo. Or maybe even the laundry detergent. There's something... warm about it.”

I gasped, trying to stop him, but my words felt useless at the moment. He’d already stripped my panties off, the thin fabric sliding down my legs before he brought them up to his face. He inhaled deeply, sensually sniffing them like they were some expensive, intoxicating perfume, his eyes half-closed as if savoring the scent. “You always smell so fvcking nice,” he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating through the air. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, a thick lump of nervous anticipation lodging there. He pulled me closer, his strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me right into the space between his muscular thighs until I could feel the heat radiating off him.

She pushed forward a little, but withdrew quickly, shaking her head negatively. ‘I don't think so, I can't perceive any fascinating scent, just his strong pink pepper, praline, and buttercream. But the tattoo guy and the wolf both smell like praline and buttercream too, which means the praline and buttercream is their general pack scent and the pink pepper is his personal scent. If he is who you think he is, I'd perceive the pink pepper with something else, not praline and buttercream.’ ‘Then why—’

Trembling slightly, I stood up, yanked my dress up , my fingers gripped the band of my panties and I rolled it down my thighs, letting it pull beneath me. He stretched his hand, smirking. “Hand it over.” I bent lower, pick up the damp panties and handed it over to him. Oh… goddess… why would he want to sniff my panties today of all days? He saw the wet spot in the crotch area and laugh out loud. “Already so wet as usual, huh?” He placed the crotch area over his nose and sniffed it in. Then his eyes narrowed as he removed it and stared at me. I froze, my chest pounded loudly than a war drum… I swear, I think he found out.

His gaze didn’t waver as he slowly tugged down the waistband of my panties. Before I could react, his grip on my waist tightened. He lifted me slightly, making my back arch, and in one motion, pulled off my black, soaked panties. And as I watched him with wide eyes, he held them in his hand… and then did the most unthinkable thing. He brought them to his nose and took a slow whiff. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him—watched the way his eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, then opened, flashing a hint of white before narrowing on me.

He instructs, Alexia held the pant tightly closed her eyes briefly then throws it to her brother. Aaron caught her pant, smirked at his sister then takes the pant really closely to his nose and sniffed it. "Hmm, scents really nice. What flavour of wash do you use." He asked her, his nose buried in her pants. Alexia shifts uncomfortably, she felt really awkward standing in front of her brother starked naked, at the same time watching him sniff her pant. "Strawberry." She answered. "Hmm, love the scent. I wonder what it would taste like." He questioned, more like he was actually questioning his self. He stick his tongue out, then licked it. "Taste nice." He concludes.

No sooner had he set his eyes to work, than he saw her pantie and bent to pick it with his other hand. Caring is not about being called a pervert or not... He placed Alexa's pantie nearer to his nose and inhaled the scent from the deepest part of her. His lips curved into a smile. Her scent was so heavenly, that he wondered if she usually dipped a strawberry into her p*ssy to give it the scent it had. But there was something he didn't like... Her pantie was of lesser quality and so was her bra. Though it was probably harsh to throw out the other undies, remembering their quality made him give himself a high five for throwing them out.